Odd... but not Bark

I find it odd that it was so hard to leave Logan when everything I was leaving had already left me. I find it even more odd that almost exactly two years later I am leaving Idaho. I am heading back to Utah (something I swore I would never do) and leaving so many good friends behind, and yet this time it seems so much easier.


My move to Utah!

I thought I would just post about it so I don't have to tell the story that many more times.

For a few months now something hasn't felt right and I knew I needed a change. But what change? New job maybe? The problem was that none of the changes I could think of seemed right. I prayed and prayed about it and just always felt the same. Change but no idea what.

Have you ever gone back to somewhere you used to live and it just felt empty, not like home anymore? I felt like that last weekend in Logan. I had some of the best years of my life there and met most of the people I call my BFFs. But this weekend it was just reconfirmed to me that it wasn't home.

It was when I was driving back to Idaho that I started to realize that feeling was the same one I was having about Idaho. Lolly then sent me a text saying I could move in with her if I ever needed to. It was weird because we hadn't talked about it before, and I didn't have any idea what I would do for a job but it just clicked. That was where I needed to be. She later told me she had the feeling to send me the text and didn't know why but she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to.

So I went home and started making plans to move. I knew it was what Heavenly Father wanted for me and I knew it would work out. I asked everyone I knew in Utah to ask around at work for me. I have one job I want really bad and it is a miracle that I talked them into leaving the job open long enough for me to apply. One of my Bffs here offered to split the cost of a moving van with me and I accepted. Having no job yet but knowing this was what I was suppose to do. Today Ken (My step-mom's dad) called and told me that they could find work for me. I only need to call him when I arrive.

I just couldn't have asked for things to work out more perfectly and I am excited to see even more miracles as this plan unfolds.


An Ode to a Rose

Rose is my first responder.

When my mom died I called her before I called anyone else. She was there is what felt like seconds on a day where seconds typically felt like hours. Not only was she there but she was willing to do anything to help. She drove me down to my grandparents house so I could tell them in person. I am not sure she will ever know how much she meant to me that day.

She went with me to the emergency room on that fatal ward Ski night. She made me laugh when I was in tons and tons of pain and understood that I didn't want the hot ski instructor to find out I was hurt. She also found very attractive men to carry me to the car.

The year I lived in a big house alone in Logan she always seemed to know exactly what days I was feeling the loneliest, and she would show up out of the blue to take me on a walk or a trip to Formosa.

When I made the hardest decision of my life and decided to leave Logan she and her sister where the only ones who showed up to help me move. I had just had surgery on my foot and wasn't much help. The two of them loaded my entire moving truck. Even now thinking about how selfless they were on such a super hot day I was to cry a little.

There was one night I will never forget in my back yard with some friend when we were reading out of my "IF" book. We laughed so hard we almost died. Last week before church we had another good laugh when we drove up to my mom's grave and stopped along the way to steal wildflowers to put on her grave. I love that Rose was able to know my mom at least a little. She knows at least enough to know there will be no sappiness there.

My grandpa died this week. He is 100 years old and he is with his wife and my mom and my uncle Wayne. I know they are so happy now and living it up but it was still a sad day for me. Some of my mom's family can be a little difficult to deal with. In the middle of the proceedings I get a text from her that was simple inside joke but it made me smile and I knew that no matter what, it was going to be a good day.

I find that often I am not as grateful for my friends as I should be. I do however, recognize that friends like Rose are truly gifts from a loving Heavenly Father.


Happy Celebrate America Day!

I hope your day is filled with fireworks, hot dogs, good family and friends, and amazing watermelon!


Convo at work

Me: So I went on a walk last night after looking up all the sex offenders in my neighborhood and I was scared to death.

Stacie: Why in the world would you look that stuff up?

Me: So I am not the next girl that is almost kidnapped at the Target by a known violent sexual predator.

Stacie: Oh yeah he was the guy they arrested in your church building last year huh?

Me: See you look these things up so you know "who are the people in your neighborhood, in your neighborhood, in your neighborhood. Oh who are the people in your neighborhood, they're the people that you meet when you're walking down the street, they're the people that you meet each day..." And hope you recognize before they force themselves into your car!

Thank You Sesame Street!